A curse siphoning strength from the blood of a newborn His marrow dry, Your feeble eyes fear the sun of the morn Your cries to God, devoid of faith, with all hope gone.
A boiled skull of a mare staked to a pole The runes writ in blood will devour his soul
The Nithing taketh place on hallows night I can’t help myself, I feed off tears and fright His heart will pump in vain, his lungs shall flood So it has been written in a parchment doused with blood
So you seek out vengeance To mend your shattered heart Amidst decrepit and tattered scripts You might grasp at ancient wicked arts
Your soul bereaved Your fate I’ll weave Lest you forget to atone for your debt
Deeper in lust Give me your trust For a soul bereaved All you can do is read
Read for me The volumes of the dark Serve me well and your child will breathe anew This I swear to youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
